The First Post
Let's be honest: everybody has a blog now. There's no real reason to
have to read another one. There's hardly a reason to be writing one. But...here
I am. Why? Because there's a niche to fill. Since nobody's chosen to
write about me, I guess that I'll have to pick up the slack.
Lazy-ass America.
If it were possible
to contract out the work—they're doing some nice stuff in India nowadays,
and I could low-ball the hell out of some young guy and get an obscenely good
deal—then I would. But, really, I'm barely interested in my own life, and
I'm sure that my ghostwriter would be bored to tears.
Okay,
you've probably noticed the four sad little jokes in the preceding
paragraphs. (What? Four? There were four?) Yes, there were four. I'm
going to admit now that I have a need to try to be
funny. In fact, I think I'm funny as hell. Maybe you'll think
so, too. We'll see.
Oh, yeah, I'm also trying
to move product. Look over to the right. You might also have to scroll
down a little bit. See where it says My Book? See that little
rectangle below it, the one with the lovely picture of a peach orchard?
That's the cover of my book. I don't want to brag, but it's probably
the best book that I've ever written. It is also, sadly, the only book
that I've ever written. Click on it and order my book. Order a dozen. That's
what a good person would do.